THE ORPHAN BECAME A CHIEF Sang Piatu Menjadi Raja

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THE ORPHAN BECAME A CHIEF

Translated from

Sang Piatu Menjadi Raja written by Halimi Hadibrata

published by Language Development and Cultivation Agency

Ministry of Education and Culture in 2016

This translation has been published as the result of the translation program organized

by The Center for Language Strategy and Diplomacy Development, Language Development and Cultivation Agency, Ministry of Education and Culture

in 2018

Advisory Board Dadang Sunendar Emi Emilia

Gufran Ali Ibrahim Project Supervisor Dony Setiawan

Translator Ana Susilowati Reviewer Raden Safrina

Editor-In-Chief Theya Wulan Primasari Editorial Team Emma L.M. Nababan

Andi Maytendri Matutu Saprudin Padlil Syah Meili Sanny Sinaga

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Foreword

Literature work is not only series of word but it also talks

about life, both realistically and idealistically of human. If it is

realistic, the literature work usually contains life experiences,

good model, and wisdom whic have been added various style and

imagination along with it. Meanwhile, if it idealistic, the literature

work contains moral lecture, good character, advices,

philosophical symbols, culture and other things related to human

life. The life itself is very diverse, varies, and full of various

problems and conflicts faced by humans. The diversity in humans

life also affects to the diversity of literature work because the

contents are inseparable from civilized and dignified humans life.

The literature works that dealing with life utilizes

language as medium of deliverance and imaginative art as its

cultural land. On the basis of the language medium and

imaginative art, literature is multidimensional and multi-

interpretative. Using language medium, imginative art and

cultural dimension, literature deliver messages to be reviewed or

analyzed from various perspectives. The outcome of that

perspective depends greatly on who is reviewing and analyzing

with various socio-cultural and knowledge background. There is a

time when a literary reviewer reviews from the point of view of

metaphor, myth, symbol, power, ideology, economy, politics, and

culture can be refuted by other reviewers who see from

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perspective of sound, referent, or irony. Even so, Heraclitus said,

"However opposite they work together and from different

directions, the most beautiful harmony emerges".

There are many lessons that we can get from reading

literature, one of which is reading folktales that are adapted or

reprocessed into children's stories. The results of reading

literature always inspire and motivate readers to be creative in

finding something new. Reading literature can trigger further

imagination, open enlightenment, and add insights. For this

reason, we express our gratitude for the processors for the story.

We also express our appreciation and gratitude to the Head of the

Coaching Center, Head of the Learning Division, and Head of the

Subdivision of Modules and Teaching Materials and staffs for all

the efforts and hard works carried out until the realization of this

book.

Hopefully this storybook is not only useful as a reading

material for students and the community to foster a culture of

literacy through the National Literacy Movement program, but

also useful as an enrichment of our knowledge of past life that

can be utilized in addressing current and future life developments.

Jakarta, June 2016

Regards,

Prof. Dr. Dadang Sunendar, M. Hum.

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Preface Bismillah, Assalamualaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh.

Praise and thankful be offered to the Almighty God for

His gifts, so that the story of The Orphan Become A Chief has

been finished, adapted from the original story. The original story

was in the Kaur regional language with an Indonesian translation

of the Malay Kaur dialect by Malisah (2000, not yet published)

from Nangliah, the speaker, recorded on September 4, 1999 with

the original title Sang Piatu Belajar Sembahyang.

This adaptation story retains the character, location, plot,

theme, and story mandate, but changes part of the title, style of

storytelling, and adds description of the location, and extends the

storyline. The change aims to adjust the structure and content of

the story with the target audience and the spirit of the literacy

movement 2016. When compared to the original story, this story

looks very different in language and style of storytelling. The

language used in the original story is very thick with the

Indonesian language structure of the Malay Kaur dialect, while

this story prioritizes the structure of the Indonesian language

which is good and proper. The style of descriptive, persuasive,

and educative storytelling is the style that the writer of this story

deliberately chooses. Even so, the vocabulary of the local culture

associated with the setting of the story is still maintained, even

some of them are added and accompanied by short information

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short. The addition of cultural vocabulary and information is

based on the results of limited surveys and conversations with

colleagues who came from Kaur Regency, especially from

language mapping informants in Kaur Regency (2015).

Therefore, thanks were given to data collectors and

speakers, and the 2016 Literacy Movement Team, Centre for

Language Coaching, Language Development and Cultivation

Agency, Jakarta, and colleagues who had given advice and

explanation of Kaur's cultural vocabulary. Hopefully this story

will contribute and become our good deeds in building the

character of the Indonesian children.

Halimi Hadibrata

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Table of Contents Foreword ....................................................................................... v

Preface ......................................................................................... vii

Table of Contents ......................................................................... ix

THE ORPHAN BECAME A CHIEF ............................................ 1

The Orphan Learned to Perform Salat (Islamic Daily Prayers) 1

Learning to Grow Crops ............................................................ 4

Learning to Trade and Live Independently ............................... 9

Learning to perform Salat with the Honorable Chief .............. 17

Discovering Magical Diamond ............................................... 29

The Orphan Got Married to A Princess ................................... 38

The Orphan Became A Chief .................................................. 44

The Author .................................................................................. 46

The Editor .................................................................................... 48

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THE ORPHAN BECAME A CHIEF

The Orphan Learned to Perform Salat (Islamic Daily

Prayers)

Once upon a time, an orphaned boy lived with his grandmother in

a hut on the field. Since his father and mother passed away about

ten years ago, he lived with his grandmother in a bamboo-walled

hut on a field located on the hillside in the area of South

Bengkulu. The place was located far away from the villages of the

people. In the center and several corners of the field, several trees

were let to grow for shade. The orphan used the trees to tie up the

stake of bamboo propeller which endlessly span, defying the

strong wind.

The bamboo hut and field were surrounded by forests covered by

many species of large trees of which branches stretched out wide

with dense, bushy leaves. The stems of several big trees were

overgrown with layered and leveled kedaka. Rattan stems grew

fertile, sticking out in overlapped position across one tree to

another.

Then, at that time, the Orphan turned fifteen year-old. Day by

day, he learned to perform Salat prayers from his grandmother.

He was also taught farming and trading the crops, little by little.

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When it comes to trade mathematics, the price of crops per item

or each bundle is adjusted to the existing denomination of money

at that time. For example, one bundle of vegetables is worth one

rupiah, one bundle of cassava is worth five rupiahs, and one

durian is worth one rupiah. He could only counted by memorizing

the shapes, appearances, and types of denomination. The total

price of his products, anyway, never exceeded fifty rupiahs per

day.

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Learning to Grow Crops

He worked hard at farming on the field with his grandmother.

Planting corns, sweet potatoes, cassavas, taros, and vegetables

was his work and expertise. He mostly planted vegetable crops,

such as tomatoes, chilies, cucumbers, long beans, and onions. To

grow vegetables, the field was initially opened by clearing the

weeds and the waste straws from rice fields that had been

harvested. The straws previously cut with machetes were then

collected and stacked into several piles, and then they were dried

under the sun.

“Grandma, why do we pile up the straws instead of letting them

fly around on the ground?” asked the Orphan in curiosity. His

grandmother gently replied, “If we let them fly around, it will be

difficult to loosen the soil and build the embankment paths where

we can grow vegetables. Later, we will make the dry straws and

weeds as the soil cover to keep the soil damp. Moreover, once the

straws decompose, they will be fertilizer that nourishes our

plants.”

“Oh, I see, now I understand it, grandma,” said the Orphan while

wiping the sweat on his forehead. Then, he continued his work

with his grandmother.

The previously-cleared ground was dug up with a fork, for about

thirty centimeters deep. The dugout was subsequently moved to

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its side using a hoe to a place where the embankment was built.

The embankment was approximately thirty centimeters high, half

a meter wide, and twenty meters long, adapted to the ground tilt

of the ground. The pit that was located between on one

embankment and another became a path for the Orphan and his

grandmother at the time of planting, watering, or eliminating the

weed.

“You should not stomp on the loosened soil, okay? The soil

shouldn’t become compact,” The grandmother reminded her

grandson.

“Why shouldn’t we compact the soil where we plant our

vegetables, Grandma?” asked the Orphan once again.

“If the soil is compact, it will be difficult for the rainwater to seep

into the soil, thus making it hard the plant roots to spread in

searching nutrients in the soil. If the plants are lacking the

nutrients from the soil, they have difficulties to grow, leaving

them stunted, or even dying. Dwarf plants won’t be able to

produce fertile vegetable’s leaves or fruits. Now, it’s not far

different from humans, if they are lazy to eat, they will be thin. If

they are lazy to learn, they will only have little knowledge and

will not be really smart; in other word stupid. If they are lazy to

get to work, their muscles will turn weak, making them get tired

quickly while working, and they won’t have much skill in

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working,” said the grandmother who was keen to teach life

lessons to his grandson.

“Cacam…..I agree, Grandma, I do not want be a fool with weak

muscle and lazy to work,” the Orphan reacted to his

grandmother’s words.

They chatted while working. They shared their duties, the Orphan

dug up the soil using a fork, whilst the grandmother loosened the

soil using a hoe. Before planting, the loosened soil was perforated

by ten centimeters and given with manure mixed with soil.

Afterwards, the soil and manure in each hole for planting were

covered with straws and dry grass to keep them damp and avoid

erosion from rainwater. After being let sit for about three days,

the fertilized soil pits were planted with vegetable seeds that

could be removed from the seedbed.

The chili and tomato seeds which had grown for about twenty

centimeters in the seedbed were then carefully removed and

latterly planted in the provided hole, at distance of half a meter

from each other. As for cucumbers and long beans, they were

planted in this way: their seeds were directly planted in the

loosened embankment at distance of half a meter.

To make them look good and easy to maintain, each plant species

was planted to its respective embankments. Five embankments

were intended for tomatoes and chilies, respectively; three

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embankments for cucumber, and two embankments for long

beans. Once the plant grew, particularly the long beans, they must

be supported with poles made of bamboo. The bamboo pole was

three centimeters wide and half a meter high. The poles were

erected exactly next to the plans to spread; one pole for one plant.

For cucumbers and tomatoes, the bamboo poles had to be made in

pair, on the left and right, but the pole’s top end must be tied

together with bamboo straps. Cucumbers could spread and

survive on bamboo poles, as they had some kind of hanging roots

to twist around and contain their stems on the bamboo pole. As

for tomatoes, they must be assisted by human in tying the stems

to the poles; thus they would not fall off the ground, especially

when they began to bear fruit. All the work in treating the plants

required patience, agility, and attention. The routines to take care

of the plants fostered the Orphan into a responsible boy and

nature lover, and it also trained him to increasingly be grateful

with the growth of the fertile plants. The changes appeared clearer

by day. The flower seeds turned into beautiful flowers, attracting

the insects to suck out the honey while pollinating the pistil with

the head of the pistil. Then on, those lovely flowers developed

into small vegetables, growing longer and bigger, but some of

them failed to grow and fell rotten onto the ground in vain.

In the dry season, he had to water his plants to avoid water

shortage, thus keeping them grow fruitfully.

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He watered the plants using mountain springs water retrieved

using gerigi (a bucket made of bamboo). The gerigi was half-a-

bamboo-segment long, approximately sixty centimeters. The

bucket rope was made of a type small of rattan which measured

about an index finger, stretching from the bottom to the top to be

placed on left or right shoulder.

He could get many types of ropes from the nature, such as rattan,

tree roots, dry banana leafs and stems. He was also skillful at

creating ropes made of cut and thinly sliced bamboo (green

bamboo) just as that of woven material. To carry field products,

the Orphan made beronang (shoulder basket) himself that was

made of woven bamboo or rattan. The shoulder pole was made up

of aur bamboo (a thick and tough bamboo species), cut for more

or less one meter long, then split, smoothed, and finally dried.

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Learning to Trade and Live Independently

Aside from cultivating with his grandmother who was also his

nanny, the Orphan worked every weekend to sell vegetables and

yams. He carried them on his shoulder around the village in the

foothills. He walked around to vend alone. He left home carrying

field products, and returning home with few groceries, such as

rice, salted fish, and kitchen spices. The remaining money from

the trading activity was handed to his grandmother for savings.

When he went for trading, he had to walk to a distant village in

the valley and at the other side of the river at the foothill. It was

located about five kilometers away from his field on the mountain

slope. He passed a path which was overgrown with bushes and

big trees on either side. The branches of the big trees were the

playground of many kinds of animals. That place was overridden

with monkeys, langurs, and orangutans. They jumped around

from one branch to another or from one tree to another. Once in a

while, the tree animals made loud noise, replying at each other.

They lived together with the noisy birds and flew around looking

for food.

The Orphan was neither afraid nor discouraged to pass deserted

paths as he shouldered his field products to sell. He did all of

these to survive with his old grandmother. He kept walking down

the hill barefooted and dressed decently. In his trip, he appeared

to be silent, but his mind and heart were always talking to

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himself: “Life is a constant struggle, there’s no struggle without

sacrifice,” he mumbled, encouraging himself.

Along the way, he sometimes took a rest for a moment in a place

where he could gaze the foothill as he pleased. As he sat for a

while under a tree, just to take a rest momentarily, the view of the

river banks in the valley was so captivating. The vast open rice

fields were adorned with shacks and coconut trees waving in the

wind.

The farmers indistinctly seemed to be busy working, and so his

late father and mother sprung to his mind. He let his trail of

memories wander back to his mind and feeling as a child; as if

they were still alive; as if the people working on the fields were

his own father and mother. They were working together as farm

laborers, plowing rice fields, planting rice, weeding and

harvesting rice on the fields when the harvest season came. While

at the same time, he was playing with the children of other farm

laborers.

Going up and down in the shack or cascade was always exciting.

Small propeller made of dried coconut leafs that was pierced with

rod skewer placed inside a rice straw became their favorite toy.

He ran slowly with the propeller in his hands on rice field

embankment for it to spin. When the wind blew, he did not need

to run. The coconut leaf propeller only needed to be held in hand

while sitting towards the wind for it to spin. Another fun game for

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him was swinging on a rattan rope held up high on a flat tree

branch. He sat and his friend gave him a push in turn. As he

swayed, they blew trumpets made of rice straw.

Rice fields, shacks, lakes and the trees in the vicinity turned into a

playground, learning park, and place to practice and learn about

lives. What he heard and saw was kept in his mind, changing it

into life experiences that now and then came back to mind,

reanimated, and brought about different kinds of feelings. There

was a sense of poignancy, sadness, and yearning in particular, for

his late mother and father.

These trails of memories, in fact, granted him life spirit and

encouragement to be a boy who worked hard, intelligent, and

assertiveness to tell right from wrong.

He was not drawn in the memories of his father and mother for

too long. He continued his journey, carrying his wares. As he

descending the valley, the big trees were getting rarely seen. The

land at the foothill became steeper for being overgrown with

hordes of bamboo trees. The bamboo groves sticking out; their

twigs and leaves from one grove could merge with bamboo from

other groves, forming a shady and large cave hallway. The floor

of that open field was filled with dry leaves and twigs where the

animals played around.

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Now and again, the reptiles, such as snakes crossed on the path to

chase lizards. A busyness of ferrets frequently played chase,

making noise in the bushes. There were also hiding animals that

crept over, then ran fast to ambush unaware preys between

falling, withered leaves and broken branches. That was the

scenery of the animal’s lives in the wilderness usually seen by the

Orphan on his way down the hill to the river valley.

The soil of river valley was nearly flat and overgrown with stretch

of dark green thatch. When the wind blew, it blew like oceanic

wave, one catching up to the other endlessly. That was the beauty

of enchanting, naturally-fresh, and free from pollution wilderness.

The scenery nearly blended together with never ending green

paddy leafs of terrace fields on the hill. The Orphan was used to

walking on a rather slippery, sloping ground and winding rice

fields. The vast rice fields at the foothill were built in terrace

forms.

As far as the eye could see, the fields appeared like giant stairs,

some were green, and some nearly turned yellow, marking the

beginning of the harvest season. As the valley getting nearer to

the river body, the plots of the rice fields even seemed to stretch

wider. There were also some plots of rice fields that looked like

as wide as a football field. There were also rice fields that were

not planted with rice, leaving them flooded like a small lake for a

shack, where goldfish, Mozambique tilapia, and gourami bred.

After the harvest season which took place once a year, the paddy

fields changed into a stretch of meadow where the cattle ate. The

beef cattle and buffalo were let stray, greedily foraging with no

end supply of food. The shepherd boys were having fun, singing

memory and adoration songs of natural beauty. The lives between

the trees and roar of river water felt fresh and clean; without the

dust and roaring, noisy vehicles in the city. There was only

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beautiful view of color mix and plant diversity in the wild and the

wind blowing from the hill downwards the vast, open valley. The

natural beauty was blended together with the strains of ballads of

regional songs, the heritage from the ancestors of village children.

That was the original song of their relatives’ routines in the rice

fields, the place to learn about lives without the presence books,

blackboards, tables, and chairs. The Malayan proverb was right

about this: the nature was becoming a teacher; a smart person

was guided by teachings. All of these were thoroughly felt and

experienced by the Orphan.

Among the one terraced paddy field to the other, numerous

mounds of land formed small hills. Fruitful and green-leafed

coconut trees were planted in between those rocks. In other

mounds, there were shady mango, rambutan, durian, and langsa

trees.

Between the trees, stood a sack where the farmers took a rest. The

Orphan occasionally took a break and greeted the farmers in that

sack. In that place, sometimes, after harvesting, the shepherd boys

took a shelter and played flute or serunai. Some of them did

benandai (singing) ballads songs of Kaur Regency. This area with

beautiful nature was located in Bengkulu Province. It was

bordered by Lampung Province and blue Indian Ocean to the

south.

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It was inevitable that the feet of the Orphan were smeared by

mud, especially in the rainy season, because he carried the burden

through the rice fields. He washed off the mud in aiye (river) by

rubbing it with the shoots of young banana leafs or greenies found

in the proximity of that aiye. If the mud got too sticky, he rubbed

it off with a handful of flat stone until clean.

Later, he swam and dove in that crystal-clear river. He repeatedly

swimming, diving, going up, and going down while cleaning his

body. At times, he would sunbathe on the rocks, or checked the

fish traps he had placed beforehand between the rocks. The fish

that got trapped in there were lifted and pierced with a rope in

their gill section to make them arranged neatly, and then he

brought them home to the hut.

That living habit had shaped the body of Orphan into gallant,

hefty, muscular, and fresh appearance. His body was more

frequently wrapped in shirt and angle-length dark blue pants,

equipped with white belt, while his head was covered with woven

bamboo hat. Despite his hard and difficult life, he was always

good at maintaining his body hygiene and health. He also smartly

behaved and maintained good manner when he went to trade and

socialize in Kedurang Village and Padang Guci Village.

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Learning to perform Salat with the Honorable Chief

On a day, the Orphan asked permission to his grandmother to

learn Salat and Quran recital at Pesirahan Kedurang (District

Level). “Grandma, after going home from trade, I will go to the

house of the Honorable Chief in that pesirahan, across the aiye

(river) there. I would like to study Salat and Quran recital to

enrich those that you have taught me.” The Orphan spoke to

himself: “I want to live like the Honorable Chief in Pesirahan

Kedurang. He surely has good prayers and deeds to ask for the

boon from God.” He then told his grandmother. “Grandma, when

the people in that village bought our garden products, they gave

large sum of money, they are well-dressed and live in beautiful

houses on stilts.”

“All right, grandson, but I only have three rupiahs left.” said his

grandmother.

“I only ask for one rupiah, Grandma,” replied the Orphan.

Once arriving at the house of the Honorable Chief, he was asked

by the Honorable Chief: “What are you doing here, Orphan?”

“Pardon me, your Excellency, I heard that your Excellency

teaches congregational prayers and Quran recital. If I may, I

would also like to learn prayers and Quran recital with you,” said

the hopeful Orphan bravely.

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“Of course it can be, as long as you bring money," answered the

Chief.

“Yes, I indeed bring the money, but I’ve only got one rupiah,”

answered the Orphan.

“Well, if you only have one rupiah, it means teaching you a

phrase will be enough.”

“It is fine, your Excellency,” told the Orphan eagerly.

“If so, repeat after me, Orphan, “If you don’t want to force it a

little,” said the Chief.

The Orphan repeated the Chief’s words, “If you don’t want to

force it a little.” The Orphan paused for a moment. He was

amazed. Is this a good prayer after performing Salat? Then he

asked, “Is that your only prayer after performing Salat, your

Excellency?”

“Yes, that is enough for you. Now memorize it and go home!”

Don’t forget, perform Salat each time, and recite those prayers,”

told the Chief briefly.

The Orphan said goodbye, he then memorized and thought of the

message from his Quran recital teacher “If you don’t want to force

it a little.” Furthermore, he repeated it again, “If you don’t want

to force it a little.” he muttered to himself.

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Coming home from the house of the Honorable Chief, the Orphan

diligently performed Salat and that prayer despite its limited

content. His nanny grandmother secretly eavesdropped on the

prayer recited by her grandson after performing Salat. His

grandmother was surprised to hear that the Orphan recited such

prayer after Salat session.

“My grandson, is that the only prayer you received from the

Honorable Chief?”

“Yes, Grandma, it was only that string of words, The Honorable

Chief gave me advice: perform Salat diligently every time,

memorize, and recite that prayer.

He said the most important thing is to practice it,” answered the

Orphan, imitating the way his teacher spoke.

“Yes! Now I understand it. After performing Salat and recite that

prayer, you must make practices, work, or earnestly make efforts

to get something and achieve your dream. If you do it lazily, you

must be willing to force yourself with your mind, instead of your

emotions. My grandson, we must be able to differentiate emotions

from reasoning. Our emotions lie ‘here’, in our hearts, told his

grandmother, pointing at the stomach below her chest. “Therefore

we often hear that some people are hurt from being offended;

some are yearning for their loved ones; a child is longing for his

father and mother who have passed away; a sister is yearning for

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her brother who lives in the far away village. That is the emotion,

hunger, feeling of longing, or desire to play, to have fun.”

“Be careful with our own emotions. Don’t let them overwhelm

ourselves as they could beat our minds. How many stories about

the crown prince who was going crazy for beautiful beteri

(princess) in the far away land; how many village children get

carried away in their lives for succumbing to laziness; they are

being lazy and playing around all day long. They have no desire

to learn for their future. They do not want to practice doing

beneficial and useful works. They are not capable of feeding the

cattle, planting, picking vegetables, nor do they can catch fish in

the river. Just think about it thoroughly: What can they do to fill

their empty stomach? Laziness in learning may lead to ignorance.

Laziness to work may lead to poverty, lack of food, and hunger.”

The Orphan’s grandmother went on to give her advice. “Thereby,

be careful with our own feelings. Sometimes our feelings simply

wish for the good ones. Weigh your feelings and desires with a

healthy state of mind. Our mind lies in the brain, in our heads,”

said his grandmother, pointing at the wrinkled forehead above her

nearly shut eyes. “The mind is located here. It knows the needs of

life and our aspiration. It is the mind that can make good life

plans and dreams. To avoid the lusts of excessive feelings and

desires, you should perform prayers diligently, prostrating in

places of worship. Then, raise your hand in your prayers, asking

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for guidance and goodness of life to the Almighty. With plenty of

recitations, prayers, and pleads to the Almighty, we will find

serenity of mind, our mind will become clear and we will be able

to work hard and patiently to achieve the aspiration of a happy

life.”

The grandmother’s advice flowed in and got into the soul of her

grandson in silence. The Orphan listened carefully, and

sometimes nodded his head in agreement. These advices

reminded him of his teacher he had not seen for a long time. After

a year passed, he began to miss the Honorable Chief; and so his

intention came to relearn, study the Quran, perform Salat and

other useful life teachings.

On the next day, he said goodbye to his grandmother. After his

wares were sold out, the Orphan went back to the house of

Honorable Chief. “Hey, Orphan, you truly has strong will to learn

performing Salat,” said the Honorable Chief.

“Of course, I want to study until finish,” replied the Orphan.

“How much money do you bring today, Orphan?” demanded the

honorable chief.

“Only one rupiah, your Excellency.”

“Well, last year it was one rupiah, and so is this time around,”

said the Honorable Chief.

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“Yes, it is how it goes, your Excellency, my grandmother only

gave me one rupiah.”

“If so then repeat after me, “If you don’t want to force it a little;

hold it back a little if you want,” mentioned the Chief. From then

on, the Orphan repeated it enthusiastically until he fully

memorized it in front of the Chief. Later, he was sent home to his

hut on the field to accompany his grandmother who was home

alone.

The next day as usual, in the morning, he packed to vend sweet

potatoes and cassavas, and few bundles of vegetables that he

carried around in his bucket. He went around the village shouting,

“Cassavas, cassavas, anyone?” There are few cassavas, bundles of

sensile (papaya leafs), shoots of ferns!”

“Cassavas, cassavas, anyone?”

Until three in the afternoon, it still felt hot, but not even one

person had bought his sweet potatoes or vegetables. He felt

thirsty, tired, and desperate. Later, he stopped under a shady

banyan tree on the roadside. He then sat, daydreamed while

taking a look at his unsold wares. He muttered in his heart, “O

God, please help your servant, how difficult it is to vend for

money. How hard it is to live without father and mother.” He

went on to talk to himself, “Blessed the children in this village

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who still have mother and father by their sides.” They should

have been more grateful and obeyed their parents.

They should have learned more and diligently read to find

knowledge as their life provision in the future as adults.

Knowledge shall not come itself without searching and studies.

One cannot master self-defense prowess, life skills of farming or

trading in the absence of agility or willingness to try them in real

life experience. And so the Orphan seemed to pause, but he kept

talking to himself. “Leading a life like me, without father and

mother, means doing everything alone. The farm vegetables are

indeed abundant, but there’s not even sekanting/ a cup rice of

rice, let alone secupa/ six cups of rice, unless there’s money to

buy them. Not even one fish to find without effort to catch it

using bubu (fish trap) placed in the river. When I was little, my

mother and father provided everything. Now, I must provide them

myself for the sake of my grandmother and my current life in the

present and for the better future. As my teacher said, if you don’t

feel like doing something, then force yourself to do it a bit more

until the laziness turned into passion for hard work.”

When he was daydreaming, from across the street, a little boy

screaming for his father, “Father…! Father…!” The boy got

separated from his mother who was buzzy fixing her sandal lace.

The little boy chased after his father who walked not far ahead.

The Orphan thought about his deceased mother and father. He

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imagined if his father was still alive, he wouldn’t have to vend in

the heat and live with his grandmother in a far way field in the

middle of the forest. His imagination went wild, thinking about a

happy life with his parents. Then, as he was exhausted, he leaned

against the banyan tree and fell asleep. He dreamed of getting

diamonds and having a beautiful beteri (princess), yet who and

where it was remained unclear. His diamonds became the target

of evil people. In order to save his diamond and himself from the

evil people’s chase, he ran in and out of the forest. When he was

nearly caught, he jumped and dove in the river. He intended to

swim across the river, but he was swept away by the current. He

was getting further away from his enemy’s chase, but he became

more exhausted and attempted to swim downstream. Once getting

on the downstream, he felt safe. Later on, on the shallow bottom,

he tried to get onto the riverbank. On that riverbank, there sat an

incredibly beautiful beteri, leaning against the rocks, preparing

herself to take a bath. But it such a shame that beautiful beteri

was surprised, she then screamed and ran as fast as she could.

That scream put an end to his dream in broad daylight, right

before afternoon prayers time.

The sound of the mosque drum, followed by the people who

called for afternoon prayers, was heard loudly from the mosque,

not far from where the Orphan fell asleep.

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Because of that, he woke up and rubbed his eyes and face. He

brought himself to reality by looking forward, to the right, and to

the left. He actually did not really want to move from his seat to

perform Salat in the mosque, but then he recalled what his teacher

told him, “If you don’t want to force it a little; hold it back a little

if you want.” For this reason, he rushed to the mosque to join the

prayers. He put his shoulder baskets under the yellow coconut

tree on the mosque’s yard. After finished performing Salat, he

recited the prayer and asked for God’s forgiveness to both of his

parents. He did not forget to say what his teacher taught, “If you

don’t want to force it a little; hold it back a little if you want.” He

uttered the words even more often after performing Salat. He got

to know the words very well, because they had gone through his

thoughts and feelings.

That hot day made him become thirsty and hungry even more. He

was forced to return to the ablution room just to drink raw water

and free his thirst. He was hungry but had no money to buy

cooked rice. In a state of hunger, he ultimately peeled a raw

cassava, chewed and eaten it as he leaned back against the yellow

coconut tree which began to bear fruit. So, this was what meant

by his teacher, “If you want (something), hold it back a little.”

The person planted this coconut tree must have held themselves

back, too. They have to wait patiently, from planting time until its

fruits are ready for picking. Not every dream comes true in a

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heartbeat. There is time to be patient and make efforts to get it.

The village boys who want their dream girls should also hold

their desire back until marriage. If they neither have patience nor

self-restraint, and even if they dare to get involved in promiscuity,

violating the teachings of religion, then they should prepare

themselves for bala, and they must be subjected to punishment

through customary village cleansing (customary payment of

fines).

From afar, he saw a small stall. He intended to go there just to

offer his sweet potatoes. “Assalamualaikum, Uncle!” he said

gently.

“Wa alaikum salam,” please have a sit, do you want to order

coffee, tea, or fried bananas?”

“No, Uncle, thank you! I have no money. Instead, I would like to

offer these sweet potatoes and vegetables. Perhaps anyone wants

to buy them, a bunch of them is only five rupiahs, he said with a

soft voice.

“Oh….no, that’s too expensive. It is not shopping time for us

yet!” the owner of the stall replied curtly.

“Fine, Uncle, it's okay, but can I just leave my merchandise here?

I need to do something. I must hurry to Kedurang Village.”

“No, you cannot, go to other place!”

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He paused briefly, feeling guilty for being sassy. He lost himself

in confusion. “Right, I am sorry, Uncle! I’m being too sassy.”

All of a sudden, among the people sitting in the coffee stall,

someone stood up saying: “If you want to leave your baskets for a

while, then you can do it front of my house, come with me!”

“Thank you Uncle.”

“Excuse me, what is your name, Uncle?”

“My name is Mukhlis, just call me Uncle Ulis, okay!”

He murmured, “That’s a good name, mukhlis means sincere

person. “Thank you, Uncle, for letting me bothers you.”

“If so, I want to give away these sweet potatoes and vegetables to

you, Uncle, I will take these beronang and shoulder baskets

sometime later. I’m going to learn Salat at Honorable Chief in

Kedurang Village. Please, give me your blessings, Uncle.”

“Yes, thank you. But these….these are too much for us. Perhaps

tomorrow I will share them to my neighbors in need. Hopefully,

you get useful knowledge that will be the path for the fortune of

your life. May you get a good life partner as well.”

The Orphan sheepishly nodded and said, “Amen.”

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Thereafter, the Orphan went to the house of the Honorable Chief

to learn Salat for the third prayer. This time around, he was not

asked about how much money he brought. The teacher, the

Honorable Chief, was pleased with the learning sincerity of the

Orphan. He was taught with new lesson as additional second

lesson of recitation he already memorized and practiced.

“Well, you came late in the afternoon. Let’s start learning

immediately. Just repeat after me:“If you don’t want to force it a

little; hold it back a little if you want. Doing a job must be done

with confidence. People’s misleading words shall be ignored. You

shouldn’t obey them.” Now, Orphan that’s the recitation. Try to

repeat my words. If you already memorized it, please go back

home to your hut!” said the Honorable Chief. The Orphan

repeated the words for a few times until he finally memorized

them, then he returned home to his hut on the field. He did not

forget to retrieve his shoulder baskets and beroang at Uncle Ulis’

house.

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Discovering Magical Diamond

Upon arriving at the hut, a middle-aged woman who came out of

nowhere suddenly called him. “O, Orphan, do you want to help

me bury my child’s body?” asked a mother in a rush. The orphan

actually felt lazy to do this, but when he remembered the prayer

after performing Salat, saying “If you don’t want to force it a

little; he was willing to help that woman. As it was nearly

nightfall, it began to get dark. The Orphan had to light damar (oil

lamp for illumination), and went to the child’s burial. Digging the

ground and burying a dead body in the dark right before nightfall

was not an easy work. Darkness, quietness, howls of the animals

in the forests, and a bit of fear, all mixed up into one. Over and

over again, he remembered his teacher’s advice, “If you don’t

want to force it a little; that memory ultimately set him on fire.

Little by little, he worked quietly and patiently. Out of the blue,

there was a spectacularly glowing object. “Oh, Orphan, why does

this place become so bright? What kind of object that makes it

like this? Take a look at it son,” said her grandmother.

“I have no idea, Grandma. We better bury this child’s body first,”

said the Orphan. Despite only reciting few words of the prayer as

best as he could, the Orphan finally finished burying the child’s

body.

He also managed to refrain himself from immediately taking a

look at the sparkling object. In fact, that was what his teacher

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taught him: to refrain from sudden desire. We must be smart to

choose which is more important to do first and later. We must

refrain from buying new clothes, if we have no money. Even if

we do have money, we certainly cannot buy new clothes if there

is no money left to either buy rice or cooked rice to eat.

If we want to play and have fun with our friends, though there are

memory lessons to learn for the exam, we must refrain from

playing first. The ability to refrain, avoid the haste, and work

diligently is a part of characteristics of men of honor.

After finished burying the child’s corpse, the Orphan approached

the brightly sparkling object. The size was about the size of a

mango. Furthermore, he carefully took and brought the object to

the hut with his grandmother. In the cottage, the object could

illuminate the entire grandmother’s room that they no longer

needed to light damar (kerosene wall-lamp). The strange object

brightly glowed. Once in a while, the light turned bluish, blinked,

and slowly dimmed, then it slowly glowed again just like the light

of fireflies.

For almost overnight, the Orphan and his grandmother could not

sleep on that Friday night. They safeguarded and watched that

magical object in amazement and admiration. When its bright

light slowly dimmed and turned into a blue light, the silence

turned into intense atmosphere. The blinding light and blue ray of

that object brought forth a rigid and slightly frightening mystical

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circumstance. The Orphan and his grandmother looked at each

other, wondering. They looked to their left and right slowly. They

saw a flashing silhouette that went through the wall of the hut.

The Orphan felt a bit of chill ran up his spine. The atmosphere

grew tense even more with the howling and roar of night animals

in the forest surrounding the hut. Each sound from the friction of

the hut’s boards, the friction of branches, twigs, or leafs in the

gust of the wind raised suspicion.

The downpour came, accompanied with strong, lightning and

thunder. The increasingly cold air burst into the tiny hut of which

bamboo walls were not tightly closed. The shine from the magical

stone continued to blink slowly, then dimmed, glowed, and

changed into bright blue.

There was a strong wind swirling around the hut. The friction of

leaves and branches in the forest, combined with the screeching

rattle of friction at the base of bamboo propeller’s axle, sounded

like screeching noise of a convoy transporting a dead body.

The bamboo propeller’s base was as wide as one bamboo

segment, tailed back to the end with a dried dragon fruit atop of it.

The base of the bamboo segment which held the propeller’s

wooden axle was inserted to the tip of its bamboo pole for about

three or five meters high. That bamboo rod was tied to a tree

stump. The propeller’s tail stretched straight in line so that it

would face the wind.

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The louder the wind blew, the louder the propeller would spin and

rattle like siren. At times, it would produce pounding sound. The

propellers slightly jarred. Their boisterous sound was heard like

sirens, marking uproar.

“Grandma, what kind of sound is it?” asked the Orphan,

frightened. “It is nothing, that’s the sound of the bamboo

propellers you installed on our fields!” responded the

Grandmother, calming him down.

Before they even knew it, the night was almost over. The rain and

the wind subsided a little, and the throbbing sound of the

propeller was no longer heard. At breaking dawn, the

grandmother and her grandchildren jointly performed dawn

prayers. The magical stone blinked brightly and dimly, but it was

no longer daunting. After performing dawn prayers, the

grandmother spoke:

“And just like that, the nature constantly gave signs of its

transition. From here on, the wind and the rain will gradually go

away so that the propellers will freeze as well. They will stand

still, soundless, when the wind isn’t blowing hard.

On the contrary, when the wind is blowing from the east, the

propeller will face east, yet it will spin according to the strength

of the wind. When the wind blows softly, it will spin slowly. But,

when the wind blows hard, it will spin fast. In fact, you can see it

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for yourself, during high-speed wind, the pole will bounce back

as if it is about to break. But, to some extent, its resistance against

the wind currents will change. Once bouncing, it will jerk from

back to front with a little rumbling noise, releasing its power.

Then, it will start to spin again from the beginning slowly, and

gradually tighten in line with the rhythm of the wind.

And just like the propeller, at the present time and the future, we

shall face life challenges. There is a time we find ourselves in

quiet period, without noise, without extraordinary busy activities.

Thereafter, there should be a different period of times, especially

during the transitional period. The transition from drought to

rainy season is commonly characterized by dense clouds hanging

heavily in the space.

From here on, the rain will fall, the wind will blow accompanied

by lightning and thunderclap.

When the rain stops and the wind subsides, the next day or a few

days later, we can see the plants turning green, new grains grow

everywhere; birds tweet joyfully, cattle or wild animals excitedly

enjoy fresh grass. And that’s the outcome of struggle and

transition of the nature.

And that is the dawn of new changes in our lives; there should be

a full transition period of challenges, full of exams, and we must

be able to survive steadily. In the life transition from the womb to

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the outer life of the womb, the humankind ought to go through an

intense laborious process. The transition from infancy, where the

only to do is lying down and sleeping, into a baby who can learn

to lie on his stomach, crawl, stand and walk, is accomplished by

struggle. When a child learns to walk, they must fall and get up,

and sometimes get bleeding wound to get the ability to stand and

walk.

In the city, schoolchildren must pass school exam before

enrolling to a higher education. The students of religious boarding

school must take Quran memory exam to upgrade to more

advanced Quran studies or so that their teacher will let them pass

on their exams. “Umm, well, are you nearly graduating from the

Honorable Chief’s Quran recital lesson?” asked the grandmother

with a smile.

“Yes, Alhamdulillah, Grandma, although I only learned for three

times, every time I took the memory test, I always passed the test,

and then I was sent home.”

“Well, Alhamdulillah, you quickly memorized it. My grandson is

doubtlessly smart. But….but that’s because the lesson only

comprises one phrase, and then added with another phrase, why

won’t you try to memorize one Juz Amma in one day?” the

Grandmother jokingly asked.

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“Ha, ha, right, Grandma. It will be difficult to do that. Uh, don’t

get it wrong, Grandma. Maybe I will memorize it within one day

if I sincerely study and keep on learning, and if God wills, then I

will be given with convenience.”

“Amen, Amen,” said his grandmother, as she smiled and rubbed

her grandson’s back affectionately.

In the afternoon, the Orphan intended to bring the object he found

to the district of the Honorable Chief.

“Grandma, I’m going to the house of Honorable Chief,” said the

Orphan.

“Don’t do it, son, that magical thing will be taken away by the

villagers,” his grandmother replied.

“Take it easy, Grandma, I can take a good care of it because I did

not steal from anyone.”

And then, the stone was finally brought to the district of

Honorable Chief.

“Arriving at the house of the Honorable Chief, many villagers

already gathered there. They were very astonished to see the thing

brought by the Orphan, and so was the Honorable Chief. “Hey,

Orphan, what kind of thing you bring, it’s eye-blinding?” asked

the Chief.

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“I do not know the name of this thing, your Excellency,” replied

the Orphan. “I obtained this stone after burying the dead body of

a child in the hamlet at night.”

“Before you did it, you felt lazy, right? You finished your job to

bury the corpse first, and then you approached the light coming

out of the rock, didn’t you?” After the Orphan answered with a

nod, the Honorable Chief nodded, slightly tilted his head to the

right. He vaguely recalled the marriage of his daughter with a

gravedigger, but it all happened in a dream. The Orphan said yes,

nodding in amazement. How could the Honorable Chief found

out about all of these things?

There was a little child jostled through the crowd of people in the

Honorable Chief’s house, as the child wanted to see it. “Oh little

child, you, what are you trying to see? Just go play out there,”

“Why shouldn’t I? I also want to see the magical diamond

belongs to Orphan,” said the child. The child called the object

belonged to the Orphan as a magical diamond. Since then, the

adults there and the Honorable Child also called the object as

magical diamond.

“Well, that’s right. That’s a magical diamond. That’s a magical

diamond,” said one of them, convincing everyone who was there.

“The Orphan has been blessed for his moral glory and hard work

in life.”

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“He doesn’t need to vend sweet potatoes anymore,” another

person added.

“Yes, it’s true, he doesn’t have to stay on that field in the faraway

forest,” another one suggested.

“The Orphan is now a rich man,” told another. “The Orphan

paused, but every time someone called and boasted about him, his

half-whispering word was

heard,“Alhamdulillah…..Amen,Alhamdulillah…..Amen.”

In his heart, the Honorable Chief also agreed to it and became

more confident with her daughter’s future husband that he learned

from his dream.

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The Orphan Got Married to A Princess

The Honorable Chief abruptly told the Orphan: “O Orphan, I

would like to marry you to Beteri (Princess), my only beloved

child.

“What? Marry me to a Beteri, do poor and awful people like me

deserve to marry that beautiful Beteri? Isn’t it too much, your

Excellency?” answered the Orphan.

“No matter what it is, I shall marry you to my Beteri, my beloved

daughter,” said the Chief once again.

“Well then, but I have to ask for your permission to go back to

my grandmother’s hut first, your Excellency,” said the Orphan.

The Orphan told about the events he experienced in the house of

Honorable Chief to his grandmother. He didn’t forget to mention

the Honorable Chief’s wishes to have the Orphan as his son-in-

law, and so the Grandmother was very happy. She prostrated in

gratitude on the field in front of her hut. But then, she imagined

about it for a while.

“What if my grandson becomes the Honorable Chief’s son-in-

law? Will he still be working in the fields? Who will take care of

me in this hut and field? Who will make and replace broken

propellers? Who will sell the field products to the city? Well, let it

be.” She answered her own questions in her heart.

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Shortly afterwards, the Orphan finally got married with Beteri.

Both of them lived as a husband and wife in the spacious house

and yard belonged to the Honorable Chief. The extremely vast

rice fields and farmlands that produced rich harvest belonged to

the Honorable Chief were everywhere to find.

Despite living in the house of a pious and wealthy Chief, the

Orphan continued to work hard and managed the labors of the

Chief’s rice fields and farmlands. He really loved his family and

employees. He was religious and diligently performed joint

prayers with the people.

A hut was built for the Orphan’s grandmother on a rice field and

farmland given by the Honorable Chief to him and his wife. The

grandmother did not want to live in the same house with the

Orphan and his wife in the house of the Honorable Chief. “It is

far too special,” she thought. She preferred to live on the rice field

and farmland not far from the residence of the Orphan. In

between his busyness, the Orphan took a rest with his wife in his

grandmother’s hut, but sometimes the Orphan met his

grandmother alone.

In the meantime, far across the village, the people from Padang

Guci Village had been busy talking about the Orphan. They said

that the Orphan got a Mother Diamond. “The diamond is a

symbol of our unity together. We’re the ones who should have

gotten the diamond,” they thought.

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Then, they flocked together, carrying half a basket containing

small diamonds to the house of the Honorable Chief and the

Orphan in Kedurang Village.

“Hey, Orphan, we came from Padang Guci and Kaur to exchange

our diamonds with yours,” said one of them.

“I do not want it because I did not steal it from anyone,” he

answered.

“You must accept it as you obtained that diamond from the

upstream of the river which flowed all the way to the downstream

which bordered our villages,” their village head answered. “We

have the intention to make the diamond as our heirloom

symbolizing the glory and prosperity of our village.”

A dispute broke between the villagers of Padang Guci and Kaur

with the Orphan, the Chief tried to find a way and behaved

wisely. “You don’t have to argue. Put it this way, we should place

the Orphan’s diamond in the upstream, and your diamonds

downstream. Suppose the Mother Diamond approached the little

diamonds, it means that the Orphan lost. On the other hand, if the

little diamonds approached the Mother Diamond, it means the

Orphan won,” said Honorable Chief.

Thereafter, the Chief asked the witness event to be hold in the

place of worship. The villagers were told to clean themselves and

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sit together before watching what would happen to mother

diamonds and little diamonds.

After the diamonds were placed in their respective places, the

little diamonds apparently moved closer slowly to the Mother

Diamond belonged to the Orphan, until they formed a semi-circle.

The villagers were hypnotized for watching the diamonds moved

simultaneously and stopped altogether, encircling the Mother

Diamond. “Hooray…. Hooray…., it means my husband is the

winner, Father. The people of Padang Guci and Kaur are defeated

according to the agreement. Those little diamonds belong to us

now,” told the Beteri joyously.

“Yes, this is the proof,” said the Honorable Chief shortly and

authoritatively. But then it became quiet again.

The Orphan and the Honorable Chief then became very rich with

the Mother Diamond and the Little Diamonds. Some time ago,

their relationship was like this: the Honorable Chief was the

Orphan’s teacher who turned into his father-in-law; while the

Orphan was the Honorable Chief’s student who turned into his

son-in-law. The Orphan used to be poor, but then he became a

Chief and was very rich.

They were the people who successfully gathered the villagers in

and around the place of worship. They had shown wise attitude,

melting the hearts of the villagers. It seemed like the villagers

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were hypnotized when they set their feet in the holy place facing

the Qibla. It was all began from their attraction to the magical

diamond.

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The Orphan Became A Chief

Before they were welcomed to return home, the Chief advised,

“O my brothers, this incident actually shows that we have won.

We are in triumph as we can gather in this place of worship. That

Mother Diamond brought to this assembly is our unifier. It has

been proven that you come here without being forced by anyone.

You see it for yourself, the diamonds you carried were moving

towards one direction, to the Mother Diamond belonged to my

son-in-law, the Orphan. Therefore, I shall give you all my advice:

These diamonds are not the precious ones, but your clean heart,

willingness to keep your promise and get together with me and

the Orphan, my future successor, in this assembly are.”

“He has been studying Quran with me for a long time, learning a

word or two to get the magical diamond. The miracle actually lies

in the knowledge and morals that that transformed into the light

of his heart. The prominence of his knowledge is reflected in his

speech, and in his polite, assertive attitude and behavior towards

others. Before becoming my son-in-law, he lived in a hamlet on

the mountain slope. He worked hard, had glorious aspiration, and

eventually received the greatest blessing from God Almighty

when he obtained this magical diamond.

I hope that all of you are willing to become the witnesses, that

with this, I am handing over my authority over this district to him.

Make him your leader in your lives so as tocreate peaceful and

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harmonious lives within one district consisted of these three sub-

districts: Kedurang, Padang Guci, and Kaur. Do you agree?”

“Agree, agree, agree!” they answered concurrently.

Following the agreement, the villagers felt relieved. They

returned to their respective villages with great advantage to

themselves and their families for the present and the future. The

advantage was the agreement of territorial unification between

three sub-districts into one district, led by the young chief: The

Orphan.

Not long after, the Honorable Chief passed away and was

succeeded by the Orphan as the Chief. The Orphan then became

the new Chief who was well-known for his youth, hard work,

devotion to elderly, wisdom in making the decisions, and

religiosity.

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The Author

Nama lengkap : Halimi Hadibrata, S.Pd., M.Pd

Ponsel : 081315000047

Pos-el : brata_11268@yahoo.com

Akun Facebook : Halimi Hadibrata

Alamat kantor : Jalan KS Tubun Raya G.09 Kecamatan

Gadingcempaka Kota Bengkulu 38225

Riwayat pekerjaan/profesi

1. 2010--2016: Peneliti Bahasa di Kantor Bahasa Bengkulu

2. 2007--2010: Staf Teknis Kantor Bahasa Kalimantan Timur

Riwayat Pendidikan

1. S-2: Pendidikan Bahasa (2003--2007)

2. S-1: Pendidikan Bahasa dan Sastra Indonesia IKIP Jakarta

(1989--1995)

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Judul Buku dan Tahun Terbit

1. Analisis Kontrastif Bahasa Indonesia-Kutai (2007)

2. Bahasa Dayak Rentenuukng di Kabupaten Kutai Barat (2008)

Informasi Lain

Lahir di Lebak, 11 Februari 1968. Menikah dengan Titih

Nursugiharti, M.Pd. dan dikaruniai dua anak, Fona Qorina

Hadibrata dan Damar Buana Hadibrata. Saat ini menetap di

Bengkulu. Aktif di organisasi profesi peneliti dan pembinaan

komunitas literasi. Terlibat di kegiatan-kegiatan pendidikan,

bahasa, sastra, budaya, dan sanitasi lingkungan. Beberapa kali

menjadi juri dan narasumber di berbagai seminar atau pelatihan

kebahasaan dan kesastraan Indonesia, dan sanitasi lingkungan.

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The Editor

Nama : Drs. Suladi, M.Pd.

Pos-el : suladi1007@yahoo.co.id

Bidang Keahlian : Penyuntingan

Riwayat Pekerjaan

1. Bidang Bahasa di Pusat Bahasa, Kementerian Pendidikan dan

Kebudayaan (1993—2000)

2. Subbidang Peningkatan Mutu Bidang Pemasyarakatan

(2000—2004)

3. Subbidang Kodifikasi Bidang Pengembangan (2004—2009)

4. Subbidang Pengendalian Pusbinmas (2010—2013)

5. Kepala Subbidang Informasi Pusbanglin (2013—2014)

6. Kepala Subbidang Penyuluhan (2014—sekarang)

Riwayat Pendidikan

1. S-1 Fakultas Sastra Undip (1990)

2. S-2 Pendidikan Bahasa UNJ (2008)

Informasi Lain

Lahir di Sukoharjo, 10 Juli 1963

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